Doubt Is the Opposite of Belief To believe is to be persuaded, to be convinced that something is true. If you believe that Jesus was born in Bethlehem, you are convinced that is true. If you doubt that Jesus was born in Bethlehem, you are not convinced. To have doubts is to remain unconvinced. I

During the first year of their marriage, my parents lived on the third floor of Dad’s parents’ three-story farmhouse in Raritan, New Jersey. My paternal grandfather gave them a portion of his land on which to build their first house. Dad did most of the construction himself. He would come home after a long day

By Ken Ham and Terry Mortenson One result of compromising with our evolutionary culture is the view of creation called the “day-age” theory or “progressive creation.” This view, while not a new one, has received wide publicity in the past several years. Much of this publicity is due to the publications and lectures of astronomer

While everlasting life is a free gift received by faith alone in Christ alone, that does not mean believing that message is easy. On the contrary, coming to faith is often a struggle. In fact, the New Testament often describes faith in terms of a fight. The verb agonizomai, from which we get the idea

Reminder That Jesus’ Betrayal Was Prophesied (Acts 1:15-20) 1:15-17. Prayer results in an understanding of God’s will because it leads to an understanding of God’s Word. It is not a fuzzy or unexplainable feeling that results in the comprehension of God’s mind. Rather, the Spirit illuminates the mind of Peter as to the Word of

Teambuilding As a sports fan, my favorite time of the year is the end of March. That is when the college basketball tournament, known as March Madness, takes place. Probably the major reason I enjoy it so much is it brings back to me memories of when I played on a high school basketball team.

The last time Abby and I went hiking, we nearly died. We went for a weekend getaway to Beavers Bend State Park in Oklahoma and decided to hike a trail called the “Skyline,” which, at seven miles, was the longest one on the map. “Easy,” we thought. Abby ran marathons. I often walked six to